Hannah,
Thanks for letting me know you were my assistant. For a second there, I thought you were my boss, but then I remembered I got your job. Does it matter that I’m not requesting a booty-call? Just a mutually beneficial snuggling session.
Leo
Your Boss
I read his email and snarled at the phone. “Asshole.” I hissed as I typed furiously.
To: Leonardo Maxwell
From: Hannah Will
Re: No, they will never be better
Leo,
There is nothing mutually beneficial to me from a snuggling session with you. I don’t want to catch anything from you. You don’t need to remind me that you stole my job. I remember every time I see my pitiful paycheck. Now, if you’ll excuse me I have things to do.
Hannah
Poorly paid assistant
“Take that, Leo.” I smiled to myself as I hit send.
To: Hannah Will
From: Leonardo Maxwell
Re: Stop thinking about me when you touch yourself
Hannah,
The title to the email says it all.
Your Stallion, Leo
I gasped at his response. “You wish.” I hissed and sighed as I realized that it wasn’t far from the realm of possibility. Maybe not tonight, but I was sure that I’d think about him the next time I masturbated. Not that I would ever let him know that.
To: Leonardo Maxwell
From: Hannah Will
Re: You are....
GROSS!!
I turned my phone off and then lay back and looked for something to watch on the TV. I was not going to engage with him in this game. I found a Sex in the City movie on HBO and lay back and watched Carrie and Big talking. Of course, I didn’t have the willpower to not think about the email, so I grabbed my phone after a few minutes and turned it back on. Of course, there was an email waiting for me. I opened it eagerly.
To: Hannah Will
From: Leonardo Maxwell
Re: Taking me back to elementary school
Hannah,
I haven’t been called gross since second grade. Thanks for taking me back to the good old days. I guess I’ll call it a night as well.
Have sweet dreams.
Leo
A man that can only hope his dreams will come true one day.
I put the phone back down on the bed and smiled. I knew our conversations were totally inappropriate, but I rather liked it. It felt good to know he was attracted to me. It made me feel warm inside, even though it also made me feel uneasy. How long could this continue? Would I eventually succumb to him? And if I did, what next? He wasn’t asking to be in a relationship with me. From everything I knew about him, he didn’t do relationships. Which was fine. I didn’t have to date him. I just didn’t know if I could sleep with him and not want more. I’d never had sex with anyone that wasn’t a boyfriend. Against my better judgment, I was starting to like Leo. He was more than just handsome. He was more than just the boss’s son. He was funny and smart and he didn’t take himself too seriously. He was different than I’d imagined he’d be. Though, I was still mad that he’d taken my job. It just seemed so unfair. And then a thought struck me. Wasn’t there a no-dating policy at work? Maybe sleeping with him would benefit me in more ways than one. I’d get to be with him; something my body was craving. And I’d also have a chance to get him fired for abuse of power. If he was fired, I might get the position after all.
I felt uneasy at the thought of sleeping with him for nefarious reasons, but that would teach him a lesson. It’s not as if he hadn’t already crossed several lines. His texts and emails were just plain inappropriate. And so were his innuendos. No HR department would think it was funny that he was asking me if I wanted to give him a blowjob or ride him. The fact that I wanted to do both had nothing to do with anything. I sighed. The fact that my body was craving his touch right now wasn’t helping me at all. I closed my eyes and thought about him in bed with me, pulling my panties off, spreading my legs and burying his face between them. I groaned as I writhed on the bed.
“Stop it, Hannah.” I sighed as I felt myself growing wet. I couldn’t lie to myself any longer. Every part of me wanted to be with Leo. There was something so dynamic about him. Something that screamed power and sex and hot and danger. I forwarded the email chain to my work email and then deleted the emails off of my phone. I’d have to think about what I wanted to do. I just couldn’t let myself get sidetracked. No matter how attracted I was to him. I turned the TV off and closed my eyes. I needed to sleep off my fuzzy brain. Everything would feel better in the morning after a good nights sleep.
Chapter Seven
Leo
“Hi, I’m Rob. This is Amber, my assistant.” Rob gave me a short smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes, but I still shook his hand warmly.
“Hi Rob, Amber.” I nodded at the cute blonde. “Nice to meet you both. I’m Leo and this is Hannah.”
“I’m his assistant.” Hannah said sweetly and I tried not to laugh at her tone. Things had been slightly awkward at breakfast, but I’d apologized for my texts and emails and she’d seemed to understand that I’d let the alcohol take control of me. Not that it was really the wine. I’d known exactly what I was doing. If she’d said yes, I’d have been in her room so fast, with my briefs off, that she wouldn’t have known what was going on. I still felt slightly awkward that my morning yank session had been a fantasy of us in the shower. Not that she had to know that.
“It’s nice to meet you, Hannah.” Rob’s eyes lit up as he surveyed her face and body. “Looks like we both have good taste in assistants.” He gave me a look and I smiled briefly. “Let’s go up to the conference room and chat for a few minutes, then we’ll show you around, does that sound good?”
“Sounds good to me.” I nodded and tried to avoid staring at Rob’s hand on Amber’s ass as they walked ahead of us. So he was definitely f**king his assistant then. I let that sink in for a second. And then realized that I was no better than him. I wanted to f**k my assistant as well. It was then that I realized how truly shady the pairing looked. If Hannah and I hooked up, we’d have to keep it secret. I couldn’t have her flirting with me or touching me in the office. It would look too circumspect and that’s the last thing I needed. Not that we’d be f**king long enough for it to matter, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
“Leo.” Hannah poked me in the side and whispered. “Rob’s asking you a question.”
“Sorry, what was that?” I looked up at Rob with a small smile.